I feel a way,
that I can't explain...

You feel yourself being pulled through each day...

If you look at the world
and see what you see...

If only you knew
how I felt or how I worked...

I see you there,
all alone...

Looking at me,
with disgust in you eyes...

I love when your around,
I love the way you sound...

Dont look at me
me who has everything or nothing...

Miss Independent, she yells and screams,
Its pretty crazy in my daydreams...

Look into my eyes
and tell me what you see...

Our very first kiss,
I really do miss...

So if you look world and see what you get.
oh just try not to cry...